Post by strange on May 13, 2009 20:25:05 GMT -4
Snow drifted calmly down to the ground covering every inch of the unknown town that was abandon long ago. A few Russian military looking men stood at the center of the town waiting patiently for a guest. The leader of the group wore a large jacket covered in fur with Ushanka on his head. He was tall and massive despite his grey hair and old look. By the looks of it, he had been training and exercising his whole life. The other two wore military ware from World War II. One of the grunts spoke up to Akim Ruslan, the leader of the pack.
Grunt: *in Russian* Sir, it’s getting late and there is still no signs of our guest.
Akim: He’ll be here, I know it. I can feel him in my bones.
Grunt 2: Could just be the cold sir?
Akim: Silence comrade. He’s approaching.
Off in the distance a shadowy figure appeared from the snow. It walked to them with a brief case and something slung behind him. Though still quite a ways, the crimson scarf and gloves can still be seen glowing it’s radiant colors.
Akim: *In German* Mr. Strange. It has been too long comrade!
Mr. Strange: *also in German* Agreed Ruslan. You’re looking well in your old age.
Akim: My secrets Vodka!
Mr. Strange: Nothing to do with those chemicals I traded you for the uranium?
Akim: More or less if you want to get into details brother. Come now, let us negotiate in a warmer place comrade! We have much to catch up on as well!
Both began to walk away with the grunts covering the rear. As they walked, Akim was pulling out a large flask and drinking what was probably vodka.
Akim: Can I interest you in a swig comrade or are you still too shy around us to take off that mask for one lousy drink?
Mr. Strange: The mask stays. Besides, I’m driving tonight.
Both laughed as they walked looking more and more like brothers then acquaintances the longer they talked.
*The Velez Family*
Mr. Velez: A lot of good business has been going about lately boys. Ever since that incident with Mr. Strange, people around here have been begging for our protection again. Being the generous people we are, of course were going to help them with a small fee of course.
Anthony: What about Grendel and Jingles sir?
Mr. Velez: Grendel has been taken out of the picture thanks to Mr. Strange setting up poor little a meeting with Pence Weatherlight and has thus been taken care of. Jingles could go to hell. He’s gone again which is good for us. That much power in one man in the mob is a deadly combination. So, we do things the old fashion way. Do it ourselves of course. I think Fox Verdict would be more then enough to take care of… any problems. Your up for this aren’t you Verdict?
Fox walks in with this calm expression on his face and gives a professional smile.
Fox: If my client wants me to jump, I’ll ask how high. To express my gratitude I have arranged some entertainment tonight. Gentlemen, I want you to meet Felix Fargo.
With a snap of his finger a couple of guys came in the room dragging a Hispanic looking man beat up in a tux. His suit is torn to pieces and his face is busted. They throw him onto a pool table in their lounge.
Hernando: What the hell is this?
Fox: This my friends, is a spy. This man was caught wearing a wire during one of our drug trades. If I had let the whole group
Anthony: Why the hell did you bring him he-
Fox: shhhhh. As far as the police is concerned, old Fargo over here is still at the docks! Just tell me how you want me to take care of this traitor. For the right price I’ll carve you a pretty little message as a demonstration of strength and the price for crossing us?
Mr. Velez: No. Ever since you started hanging around that psychopath you’ve been slowly beginning to act more and more like him. Take a few days off to get help.
Fox: … What can I say? That type of lifestyle can be addicting for a guy who spends his life killing people for money. It’s like he added a fun side to it…
Mr. Velez signals for everyone to leave. He points at Fox.
Velez: No, you stay.
When everyone is gone, it was only Verdict, Velez, and the trashed Fargo that was left.
Mr. Velez: What kind of organization do you think were running here Verdict? This is business. This isn’t personal, this isn’t fun. This is only for the money. If you want another reason for it all then the closest things that come close is respect and power. *He walks up close to Fox and slips a few hundred dollar bills down his jacket pocket* Why don’t you do yourself a favor and treat yourself nice to something. Find yourself a lady friend if you must but I gotta have the Fox Verdict I hired back here. Not this Mr. Jingles look alike. Do you understand me?
Verdict: Crystal…
*Russia*
Akim: Leave us. We must talk alone. Begin your patrol in your designated locations.
The soldiers leave the warm room and into the blistering cold. All windows are shut and the shades are covered to prevent the possibility of any assassinations on either of them. In the warm room, Akim pulls out a bottle of Vodka to refill his flask and offers Strange a glass. He shakes his head no but Akim brings the bottle anyways.
Akim: The men are wondering why an old man like me has yet to die of old age let alone alcohol poisoning.
Mr. Strange: Your 97 but you’re built like you could hurl a tank. If I was one of your men I too would be dumbfounded.
Akim: But your not, eh Strange? Heheh.
He slaps a pat on the shoulder and takes a swig straight from the bottle.
Akim: What is with you denying my drink when we both know full well that you can neither be poisoned nor get drunk?
Mr. Strange: Simply keeping the illusion to the rest of your men that I am merely a man like one of them.
Akim: Instead of being viewed as a God like me?
Mr. Strange: You should see what FBI officials are saying about you. Doubling their research and efforts to find some kind of look alike in your earlier years that may have decided to walk in your footsteps and share your name. Found a few surprisingly but each with a very large trait unlike your own such as size.
Akim: Haha! Stupid Americans have no imagination. It’s always has to have some logical reasoning. Beside the point, what do you got for me today?
Mr. Strange looks around as he pulls out his brief case. He presses a few sensitive spots in his mask to do Xray scans and several other protocols to check and see if it was safe. Placing the brief case down, Strange presses a button on the side of it that made the side of the case reveal what was inside like a one way mirror being lighten up from behind. Inside it were three vials of liquid. One blue, the other red, and another green. The case appeared to contain its own cooling system to keep the liquids fresh. He points a figure at the blue one.
Mr. Strange: Avian Velocity Gene, AVG. You want a super spy later on in life correct? One that can get away as quickly as it arrives? Give this to a mother baring the child you want as your spy and the effects will take in. She can’t be more then two weeks in.
Akim: Drink this and baby will become super spy?
Mr. Strange: Have the mother drink this and the child will posses wings and a hollow bone structure such as a bird. During the course of training of this child, train him or her to grow their wings and decay them. It’s all in the instruction manual inside the brief case.
Akim: Interesting Strange. This is one of the more interesting things you’ve brought in. I have many questions but let us move on. What is the red?
Mr. Strange: The red is a virus unlike none other. Give one to the enemy and everything in their minds will erase. This will cause them to have the mental traits of a hungry beast and hunt down their own kind. If one was to escape after being bitten, bleed on, or even spat on, it will spread to that person and so on and so forth till either we all become these animals or they all are destroyed. Use wisely of course. You and I have an immunity to it however so fear not for your own life.
Akim: Zombies Strange? This brand of horror is so unlike you brother. What is the green one?
Mr. Strange: That, my dear comrade, is a perfected form of what is running through your very veins.
Akim: You don’t mean-?
Mr. Strange: yes, exactly what I mean. You can give this to one of your most skilled soldiers or yourself. Whatever the case may be, it’s far better then what is running through us.
Akim: You mean to tell me you don’t posses this power after creating it? Is it unstable?
Mr. Strange: Not at all. This much power is just not for me. I’m not a fan of this kind genetic mutation when it comes to my own body. Couldn’t stop it the first time.
Akim: If my brother doesn’t have it in his blood, then it isn’t in mine either! We share the same blood remember comrade? What is that you are keep right next to you?
Mr. Strange: This? This is a gift for you my old friend. Think of it as a token of my gratitude for all that you have helped me with and for that time in Africa.
Mr. Strange pulls out the long black tube next to him that he had been carrying on his back. He grabs the top of the massive canister and twists the top off. From it he pulls a long and thin box from it and leaves it at rest on the table.
Mr. Strange: For you, comrade.
Akim’s look was slightly puzzled but at the same he was overjoyed to receive something from Strange. You could never tell what he may bring when he comes to visit. He slides part of the box off to see inside.
Akim: Thi- This is…!
He pulls out a long sword in a black sheath with a gold trim around it and grabs the handle. He rises onto his feet and pulls the blade out. The blade is extremely thin and would be impossible to see in the right angle.
Akim: D- Does it work the way it’s suppose to?
Mr. Strange: Give it a try.
Akim swings the blade through the bottle of vodka and accidently through the table itself. Nothing happens despite seeing the blade clearly go through.
Akim: Nothing happened?
Mr. Strange pushes a finger down on the bottle. This reaction makes both the bottle and the table fall to the ground in halves.
Mr. Strange: It makes the cleanest cut known to man. It was almost as if the bottle didn’t even know it was cut through when you swung YOUR blade. It took awhile to repair it but here it is.
Akim: Hahahaha! This saved our asses in Africa! Brother, this is something I cannot forget. This means more to me then what’s in that brief case. Without this particular blade I would be a dead man.
Mr. Strange: Perhaps. Let us continue on with the negotiations shall we?
Akim: Yes comrade. It’s time for me to fulfill my side of the bargain.
*Click*
The camera turns on to reveal Mr. Strange sitting on the edge of a building high up with a foot hanging in the air while the other leg bent as he sat and leaned on it. He played a beautifully hand crafted violin, casting an ominous sound around him.
Mr. Strange: My appologies ahead of time Jesse Nunez. My music normally takes me out of my malicious appearance and mood. Besides the point, to the man with the happy woman in his arm, I congratulate you. Many years have past in this old man's life but nothing is quite as colorful as young love. Living proof that not everyone who has carried the title of the X Division are cursed to live their lives tormented by the darkness in their hearts. For that, I commend you. With that in mind, on to the matter at hand.
Mr. Strange: For whatever reason you believe that I of all people would underestimate you because of a simple opening match, that notion is ridiculous. I was surprised of your lose but do not take into consideration that I would let my guard down around you. Think of this Nunez, you have come to far to let people underestimate you. You've crossed more rivers and climbed more mountains then most. It is FOR this reason that I will NOT hold back!
Mr. Strange: I too, dream of crossing rivers, climbing mountains, and crushing giants in my path. To take you lightly would be an insult to us both and besides my dear opponent, It is only you I am representing till I myself inevitably hold it longer. I'm more then half way there and as long as EWC stands (though it may not be THAT long) I will clench the title with an iron grip. I don't say this to boast but rather report. As for APW, we are both fighting for the same reason. We have nothing to lose... But everything to gain. That is why we fight, and that is how we fight. I wont sour your sweet honey moon with fowl words such as I had X do to the disgrace of a fighter known as Street Wilson. Rather you should laugh with me as I mock his so called success. Next time he better try or else he may very well find himself buried 6 ft below. No matter what fowl language he dare speaks about me or my captain, trash like him will never be a threat. When your time comes, you'll see exactly what I mean.
Grunt: *in Russian* Sir, it’s getting late and there is still no signs of our guest.
Akim: He’ll be here, I know it. I can feel him in my bones.
Grunt 2: Could just be the cold sir?
Akim: Silence comrade. He’s approaching.
Off in the distance a shadowy figure appeared from the snow. It walked to them with a brief case and something slung behind him. Though still quite a ways, the crimson scarf and gloves can still be seen glowing it’s radiant colors.
Akim: *In German* Mr. Strange. It has been too long comrade!
Mr. Strange: *also in German* Agreed Ruslan. You’re looking well in your old age.
Akim: My secrets Vodka!
Mr. Strange: Nothing to do with those chemicals I traded you for the uranium?
Akim: More or less if you want to get into details brother. Come now, let us negotiate in a warmer place comrade! We have much to catch up on as well!
Both began to walk away with the grunts covering the rear. As they walked, Akim was pulling out a large flask and drinking what was probably vodka.
Akim: Can I interest you in a swig comrade or are you still too shy around us to take off that mask for one lousy drink?
Mr. Strange: The mask stays. Besides, I’m driving tonight.
Both laughed as they walked looking more and more like brothers then acquaintances the longer they talked.
*The Velez Family*
Mr. Velez: A lot of good business has been going about lately boys. Ever since that incident with Mr. Strange, people around here have been begging for our protection again. Being the generous people we are, of course were going to help them with a small fee of course.
Anthony: What about Grendel and Jingles sir?
Mr. Velez: Grendel has been taken out of the picture thanks to Mr. Strange setting up poor little a meeting with Pence Weatherlight and has thus been taken care of. Jingles could go to hell. He’s gone again which is good for us. That much power in one man in the mob is a deadly combination. So, we do things the old fashion way. Do it ourselves of course. I think Fox Verdict would be more then enough to take care of… any problems. Your up for this aren’t you Verdict?
*Fox Verdict*
Fox walks in with this calm expression on his face and gives a professional smile.
Fox: If my client wants me to jump, I’ll ask how high. To express my gratitude I have arranged some entertainment tonight. Gentlemen, I want you to meet Felix Fargo.
With a snap of his finger a couple of guys came in the room dragging a Hispanic looking man beat up in a tux. His suit is torn to pieces and his face is busted. They throw him onto a pool table in their lounge.
Hernando: What the hell is this?
Fox: This my friends, is a spy. This man was caught wearing a wire during one of our drug trades. If I had let the whole group
Anthony: Why the hell did you bring him he-
Fox: shhhhh. As far as the police is concerned, old Fargo over here is still at the docks! Just tell me how you want me to take care of this traitor. For the right price I’ll carve you a pretty little message as a demonstration of strength and the price for crossing us?
Mr. Velez: No. Ever since you started hanging around that psychopath you’ve been slowly beginning to act more and more like him. Take a few days off to get help.
Fox: … What can I say? That type of lifestyle can be addicting for a guy who spends his life killing people for money. It’s like he added a fun side to it…
Mr. Velez signals for everyone to leave. He points at Fox.
Velez: No, you stay.
When everyone is gone, it was only Verdict, Velez, and the trashed Fargo that was left.
Mr. Velez: What kind of organization do you think were running here Verdict? This is business. This isn’t personal, this isn’t fun. This is only for the money. If you want another reason for it all then the closest things that come close is respect and power. *He walks up close to Fox and slips a few hundred dollar bills down his jacket pocket* Why don’t you do yourself a favor and treat yourself nice to something. Find yourself a lady friend if you must but I gotta have the Fox Verdict I hired back here. Not this Mr. Jingles look alike. Do you understand me?
Verdict: Crystal…
*Russia*
Akim: Leave us. We must talk alone. Begin your patrol in your designated locations.
The soldiers leave the warm room and into the blistering cold. All windows are shut and the shades are covered to prevent the possibility of any assassinations on either of them. In the warm room, Akim pulls out a bottle of Vodka to refill his flask and offers Strange a glass. He shakes his head no but Akim brings the bottle anyways.
Akim: The men are wondering why an old man like me has yet to die of old age let alone alcohol poisoning.
Mr. Strange: Your 97 but you’re built like you could hurl a tank. If I was one of your men I too would be dumbfounded.
Akim: But your not, eh Strange? Heheh.
He slaps a pat on the shoulder and takes a swig straight from the bottle.
Akim: What is with you denying my drink when we both know full well that you can neither be poisoned nor get drunk?
Mr. Strange: Simply keeping the illusion to the rest of your men that I am merely a man like one of them.
Akim: Instead of being viewed as a God like me?
Mr. Strange: You should see what FBI officials are saying about you. Doubling their research and efforts to find some kind of look alike in your earlier years that may have decided to walk in your footsteps and share your name. Found a few surprisingly but each with a very large trait unlike your own such as size.
Akim: Haha! Stupid Americans have no imagination. It’s always has to have some logical reasoning. Beside the point, what do you got for me today?
Mr. Strange looks around as he pulls out his brief case. He presses a few sensitive spots in his mask to do Xray scans and several other protocols to check and see if it was safe. Placing the brief case down, Strange presses a button on the side of it that made the side of the case reveal what was inside like a one way mirror being lighten up from behind. Inside it were three vials of liquid. One blue, the other red, and another green. The case appeared to contain its own cooling system to keep the liquids fresh. He points a figure at the blue one.
Mr. Strange: Avian Velocity Gene, AVG. You want a super spy later on in life correct? One that can get away as quickly as it arrives? Give this to a mother baring the child you want as your spy and the effects will take in. She can’t be more then two weeks in.
Akim: Drink this and baby will become super spy?
Mr. Strange: Have the mother drink this and the child will posses wings and a hollow bone structure such as a bird. During the course of training of this child, train him or her to grow their wings and decay them. It’s all in the instruction manual inside the brief case.
Akim: Interesting Strange. This is one of the more interesting things you’ve brought in. I have many questions but let us move on. What is the red?
Mr. Strange: The red is a virus unlike none other. Give one to the enemy and everything in their minds will erase. This will cause them to have the mental traits of a hungry beast and hunt down their own kind. If one was to escape after being bitten, bleed on, or even spat on, it will spread to that person and so on and so forth till either we all become these animals or they all are destroyed. Use wisely of course. You and I have an immunity to it however so fear not for your own life.
Akim: Zombies Strange? This brand of horror is so unlike you brother. What is the green one?
Mr. Strange: That, my dear comrade, is a perfected form of what is running through your very veins.
Akim: You don’t mean-?
Mr. Strange: yes, exactly what I mean. You can give this to one of your most skilled soldiers or yourself. Whatever the case may be, it’s far better then what is running through us.
Akim: You mean to tell me you don’t posses this power after creating it? Is it unstable?
Mr. Strange: Not at all. This much power is just not for me. I’m not a fan of this kind genetic mutation when it comes to my own body. Couldn’t stop it the first time.
Akim: If my brother doesn’t have it in his blood, then it isn’t in mine either! We share the same blood remember comrade? What is that you are keep right next to you?
Mr. Strange: This? This is a gift for you my old friend. Think of it as a token of my gratitude for all that you have helped me with and for that time in Africa.
Mr. Strange pulls out the long black tube next to him that he had been carrying on his back. He grabs the top of the massive canister and twists the top off. From it he pulls a long and thin box from it and leaves it at rest on the table.
Mr. Strange: For you, comrade.
Akim’s look was slightly puzzled but at the same he was overjoyed to receive something from Strange. You could never tell what he may bring when he comes to visit. He slides part of the box off to see inside.
Akim: Thi- This is…!
He pulls out a long sword in a black sheath with a gold trim around it and grabs the handle. He rises onto his feet and pulls the blade out. The blade is extremely thin and would be impossible to see in the right angle.
Akim: D- Does it work the way it’s suppose to?
Mr. Strange: Give it a try.
Akim swings the blade through the bottle of vodka and accidently through the table itself. Nothing happens despite seeing the blade clearly go through.
Akim: Nothing happened?
Mr. Strange pushes a finger down on the bottle. This reaction makes both the bottle and the table fall to the ground in halves.
Mr. Strange: It makes the cleanest cut known to man. It was almost as if the bottle didn’t even know it was cut through when you swung YOUR blade. It took awhile to repair it but here it is.
Akim: Hahahaha! This saved our asses in Africa! Brother, this is something I cannot forget. This means more to me then what’s in that brief case. Without this particular blade I would be a dead man.
Mr. Strange: Perhaps. Let us continue on with the negotiations shall we?
Akim: Yes comrade. It’s time for me to fulfill my side of the bargain.
*Click*
The camera turns on to reveal Mr. Strange sitting on the edge of a building high up with a foot hanging in the air while the other leg bent as he sat and leaned on it. He played a beautifully hand crafted violin, casting an ominous sound around him.
Mr. Strange: My appologies ahead of time Jesse Nunez. My music normally takes me out of my malicious appearance and mood. Besides the point, to the man with the happy woman in his arm, I congratulate you. Many years have past in this old man's life but nothing is quite as colorful as young love. Living proof that not everyone who has carried the title of the X Division are cursed to live their lives tormented by the darkness in their hearts. For that, I commend you. With that in mind, on to the matter at hand.
Mr. Strange: For whatever reason you believe that I of all people would underestimate you because of a simple opening match, that notion is ridiculous. I was surprised of your lose but do not take into consideration that I would let my guard down around you. Think of this Nunez, you have come to far to let people underestimate you. You've crossed more rivers and climbed more mountains then most. It is FOR this reason that I will NOT hold back!
Mr. Strange: I too, dream of crossing rivers, climbing mountains, and crushing giants in my path. To take you lightly would be an insult to us both and besides my dear opponent, It is only you I am representing till I myself inevitably hold it longer. I'm more then half way there and as long as EWC stands (though it may not be THAT long) I will clench the title with an iron grip. I don't say this to boast but rather report. As for APW, we are both fighting for the same reason. We have nothing to lose... But everything to gain. That is why we fight, and that is how we fight. I wont sour your sweet honey moon with fowl words such as I had X do to the disgrace of a fighter known as Street Wilson. Rather you should laugh with me as I mock his so called success. Next time he better try or else he may very well find himself buried 6 ft below. No matter what fowl language he dare speaks about me or my captain, trash like him will never be a threat. When your time comes, you'll see exactly what I mean.
